Jyani, our dear cutie main vocal of VIXX. Your smile is always beautiful and your laughter warms our hearts. We are so proud of you - for you have constantly done your best regardless of what you do. You think of us all the time, showing your care & love openly towards everyone around you. Words cannot describe how angelic your voice is and how much MORE of angel you are - as a person. Thank you for being born, Lee Jaehwan.
Here it is, a new AU/Crossover including lots of Egos :) Tagging @magic-marvin-protection-patrol since Marv is one of the protagonists, hope you guys like it ^^ For more information see the end of the chapter :)
Chapter 1: For the night we
The days in Riverfell went
by as usual, a calm routine as leafes turned colorful before falling onto the
ground. The small village was preparing for the winter, harvesting the last
parts of this year’s seed. The winters in Thesa were long and hard, especially
in the more northern regions where Riverfell was settled. The village consisted
of a handful of farm houses, a small tavern, and the rest of the residents
being mostly lumberjacks. The forest on which edge it reseated contained a lot
of strong firs and oaks, and they sold the wood to the castle of Blackwater’s,
where the baron of the region lived, or used it to trade with other villages
scattered around the Blackwater regime.
The months of long nights
and snow were never pleasant, but there was not much they could do against it
anyway, not more than usual. Taking care of their animals, the fields and
village, or cut down trees. But right now the sun was still up and warm, making
it possible for Marvin to sit outside in front of his cabin on the porch to
carve new sigil posts. It was a tedious and slow process, to carve the rings of
sigils evenly into the wood, and paint the lines afterwards. But he was the
only person in the village knowing how to make working ban circles, since his
father passed away a few years ago. He taught Marvin everything he needed to
know before, and Blackwater’s did send another Magician for a few weeks to help
him with his new responsibility.
And the circles of sigils
were essential for the village’s survival. The posts were placed around the
houses and fields, connected with wire made out of silver to complete the bans.
A single post itself didn’t do anything, they had to be connected at all time.
One uneven line, one cracked post, and the whole circle was useless. Marvin
checked them all once every day, making sure the paint was strong, and the
wooden posts not withered, the wire firm in between them. One small mistake
could have deadly outcome, and it wasn’t always easy carrying that much
Marvin set the carving tool
back on the table for a moment, stretching his tense hands. It was then when he
noticed another man approaching his house. As he got closer Marvin recognized Chase,
with one of his daughters, Hazael, on his shoulders. The girl was giggling and
holding on to his hair. They were close friends since almost childhood times,
Chase still paying the sigil maker visits regularly after hunting. He set
Hazael down to pull Marvin in a greeting hug. “Hello uncle Marv!”, Hazael
greeted as well, smiling widely up to the two adults. The girl turned four
years old last week, her older sister, Sam, being two years older. While Sam
looked more like her mother Stacy, Hazael looked just like Chase. Well, besides
the beard of course. Although Marvin wasn’t her uncle, or related to Chase in
any way besides their strange similliar appearances, but both of the girls
still called him uncle. He thought it was a sweet gesture.
“How are you holding up? Successful
hunt today?”, Marvin asked, as they sat back on the table again, the magician
pushing his utensils to the side a bit. “Eh, more or less. You already notice
that the animals start turning in for winter, but I managed to hunt two deers
and a boar”, the hunter answered, leaning back on his seat. Since the village
was so small they decided against making profit and share what they made. They
still had chances to make money for themselves, to get stuff from occasional
merchants coming by every few weeks, but regarding food and other important
supplies the community worked together to make it easier for everyone. “Sounds
good for one day to me”, Marvin replied with a light grin, watching as Hazael
played with a small stick, happy with herself. “It’s not bad, yeah, but I’ve
managed more”, stated Chase, chuckling.
They chatted for a little
while, sharing some news until the Hunter got up again. “I better head home,
the sun will set soon. Take care friend.” “You too, greet Stacy and Sam from me”,
Marvin returned, shaking Hazels hand with a smile as she held his hand out for
him. “Almost like an adult”, he grinned, the girl laughing.
He kept working on the post
until the sun reached the horizon, before bringing his supplies inside. Leaning
on a beam supporting the roof over the porch he watched the sun slowly sink, dragging
her golden light along, and letting shadows grow longer. There was light behind
the windows of the village, he had a good look over it from where his home was
located, and while they were still up, no one went outside. They didn’t fear the
night, but what it brought upon them. Only a few minutes after the sun sunk
completely the shadows seemed to move and raise up, like a breathing thing,
until they started to take shape. Most of them were covered in black scales,
like grotesque versions of animals, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. While the
black breed commonly was named Horclings most of the villagers simply referred
to them as demons.
The first one reached the
sigil fence around his house. It looked a bit like a large cat, but with longer
legs and a pointy, long head. Hissing it tried to get through, throwing himself
against the invisible barrier, just to be thrown back with a small flash of
light each time it did. Thankfully they covered the wooden posts in a mixture
of tree resin mixed with something they called frostbite powder. Marvin
actually didn’t really knew what it consisted off or why it worked, but as long
as it made the posts fireproof he didn’t really care. Frostbite powder was more
a secret recipe among healers. And so the horcling could spit fire all he
wanted, the wood would not catch on fire, neither break the circle.
Since the region wasn’t that
well inhabited there weren’t waves of Horclings coming out at night, but still
enough to be a danger to better stay inside the ban circles. They were growling
and roaring, trying to find a way in. No one knew since when they existed, or
what their purpose was. There were many of them, all different kinds. Fire
demons, wood demons, even some that
could fly. He heard of stories where Horclings lived in water, tearing boats to
shreds, and of some that hid in snow, others being made out of stone and giants
compared to them. Mankind did good to fear them. Many tried to kill them, but
their wounds recovered within seconds, and too many people died trying. All
they could do was hide and wait behind their sigils, and Marvin would be damned
if he just accepted that. There had to be a way to kill them, and send them
back to whatever demonic realm they came from.
His eyes wandered over the
collection of houses and Horclings between them, some small, some almost as
tall as a grown man, on four or two legs. Marvin already turned away to get
inside as well as a bright flash of light accompanied a loud band. And suddenly
there was fire. He felt his heart freeze as he realized it was at Chase’s
Adrenaline rushed through
his veins as he grabbed the nearest unfinished post, running off and leaping
over the silver wire, dodging a flame demon to his right. And he just ran as
fast as his legs allowed, in between raging demons. He stopped inside the cycle
around Chase’s neighbor, a broad lumberjack named Ken, looking at the damage.
He didn’t know how, but the ban circle was broken, a hoard of flame demons
swarming around, the house on fire. Ken stormed out as well, an axe in his hand.
“I’ll clear the way, get them out!”, he yelled, already running off making as
much noise as possible to distract the creatures. It worked for now, Marvin
rushing over to find the door blocked by something behind it. Not bothering to
try he smashed the nearest window. “Chase?! Stacy!?” he yelled inside, the face
of his friend appearing in the frame. They seemed to have tried to block all
entrances to keep those demonic hellspawns out. “Get the kids!”, ye screamed back,
running back just to come back with Hazael on his arms. Marvin quickly took
hold of the panicking girl, sprinting back into safety of Kens circle, where
Mary, his wife, quickly took her inside while the Magician already ran back.
Smashing the post against a
Horcling to swat him away, since the first ones already lost interest in ken
who kept them near another ban circle, he returned to the window, helping Stacy
outside, telling her to run to safety as well. “Chase and Sam are still inside
you’ve got to help them!” the Blonde was almost hysterical, but quickly was dragged
along by Mary as Marvin jumped through the window, following the heartwrenching
sound of Sam crying. He found them in the kitchen, the first flames already
reached the inside of the house, The Hunter trying his best to keep a flame
spitting demon away from them. It didn’t seem to bother about the arrows stuck
in his body, hissing and jumping from place to place, while Chase tried to
fight it off with Sam on his other arm. Marvin quickly reacted by bashing the
creature down on his head, leaving it dazed for a few seconds. Not much, but
enough for Chase to pass the room and run for the window, followed by his
Marvin jumped out first, Chase
practically tossing his daughter into his friends arm before climbing out
himself. Marvin already sprinted towards Mary again, who found enough courage
to leave the cycle to rush towards him. He heard Chase howl in pain just as he
gave Sam to Mary, whipping around to see that there one of the black beasts had
dug it’s claws inside his calf. The hunter tried his best to kick the demon off
somehow, get back on his feet before more could reach him. They smelled the
blood and wanted more. Without the hesitation the Magician ran back again,
kicking the creature off in the momentum of his movements, already pulling his
friend back on his feet. He heard him hiss and curse with each step, but they
made it back into the circle just in time, collapsing on the ground. Ken was
back too, looking at the herd of horclings throwing themselves against the
barrier screaming and growling.
Once everybody was inside
again, Mary and Stacy took care of the kids first. Hazael was, besides a few
scratches, unharmed, but Sam had pretty bad burns across her back and face.
Chase and Marvin were just sitting next to each other, staring blankly out of
the window where the flames swallowed the house. Chase was still silent as Mary
took care of the slashes in his leg, while Marvin tried to stop his hands from trembling.
It was impossible. He had checked each post this day, it was simply impossible
that the circle didn’t work. His friend’s family could have died. And no matter
what, it was his fault. And he never felt so unnerved with the whole situation
as he did now. He didn’t wanted to spend the rest of his life in fear of the
night, damned to be helplessly watching these creatures slowly but surely
ruining them. He didn’t wanted to imagine what would have happened if Chase and
his family didn’t make it.
“Hey. I trust you, alright? We’ll go see what went wrong once the sun is up
again. Until then you should try to sleep, too”, Chase stopped his trail of
thoughts, a hand placed on Marvins shoulder. He nodded, blinking the tears away
that glistened in his eyes. Chase was sleeping on a makeshift bed by the kids.
Marvin was still staring out of the window by the time of dawn. ______
And that was it so far, Feedback in all form is appreciated :) Yes already started out a bit angsty, but believe me, it will get worse. And better. And worse again bc I’m a sadist piece of trash. Anyway, The AU/Crossover is inspired by The demon cycle series by Peter V. Brett, for those who don’t know the books don’t worry, according lore and background will be found later on in the Fic.
As for right now I have a lot planned for this AU, so stay tuned ;) This actually turned out much longer than I thought it woud, and is one of the first things I managed to write down since my writers block.
Also regarding that last post and as a general apology for pretty much abandoning you guys after s4 aired have a couple of caps from a thing for Ben that John v kindly agreed to do a few weeks ago for me(I personally like how it looks like he’s wearing a tiny Martin Moone hat in the first one)